⁷ I am going to bring foreigners against you,
    the most ruthless of nations;^(A)
they will draw their swords against your beauty and wisdom^(B)
    and pierce your shining splendor.^(C)

⁵ I will spread your flesh on the mountains
    and fill the valleys^(A) with your remains.

¹⁷ Your guards are like locusts,^(A)
    your officials like swarms of locusts
    that settle in the walls on a cold day—
but when the sun appears they fly away,
    and no one knows where.

¹⁸ King of Assyria, your shepherds^[a] slumber;^(A)
    your nobles lie down to rest.^(B)
Your people are scattered^(C) on the mountains
    with no one to gather them.